There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
― (via wordsthat-speak)
The apocalypse is not something which is coming. The apocalypse has arrived in major portions of the planet and it’s only because we live within a bubble of incredible privilege and social insulation that we still have the luxury of anticipating the apocalypse. If you go to Bosnia or Somalia or Peru or much of the third-world then it appears that the apocalypse has arrived.
― Terence McKenna. (via bitterarab)
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Let not your love become attachment, nor your hate become destruction.
Originally found on: hear-the-heartbeat(via islamic-art-and-quotes)
Don’t use the sharpness of your tongue on the mother who taught you to speak.
لا تستعمل حدة لسانك مع أمك التي علمتك كيف تتكلم.
― quote of the day. (via loneliness-and-silence)
And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.
― Sweethearts (Sara Zarr)